You have journeyed far in search of sanctuary, you are tired and weary. The weather is terrible and begins to blur your vision, you can no longer see where you are going. You stumble and fall into a hole in the ground.
You wake up to see a freindly hand waved in front of your face - you don't know where you are. Could this be worse than the menace you were running from?
Where are you?
What happened?
Questions cloud your mind, and then you remember - You had fallen down a hole in search of sanctuary. The kindness on the mans face shows that you have found it.
